The Bigger Picture

It's funny how you learn something new intellectually but then it kind of beds in later on and becomes a "knowing". I'm learning so much, so fast about my own tiny, unique spark of consciousness incarnated here on earth for a brief moment, this time around.

During my first visit to Manhattan in the late '90s, I had a deeply profound experience at the top of the Empire State Building but I didn't fully understand the significance at the time. It was ten minutes to midnight on a cold, clear night in February. An icy wind was blowing in from the sea. I heard distant sirens and the mournful sound of a ship's horn from the Hudson river. I had fantastic views of the city, the beautiful Chrysler building and the World Trade Centre.

Looking down at the bustling city spread out far below me, there were tiny yellow cabs dashing to their destinations and miniature people walking on the streets. A murmur from a million souls living out their lives below reached my ears. I was so far up, there was a haze between me and the ground, adding to my feeling of separation from my world.

I knew something important was happening to me but was unsure what it meant. I stayed out there until I nearly froze and they closed for the night. Now I realise I was seeing "the bigger picture" for the first time - a glimpse of the world through God's eye - a glimpse that has changed my perspective for ever. It was one of the many nudges I received that helped shift me on to the lightworker's path.